Teach Me.

Something I have just written. I may add more.

Crisp is the air around me

Slightly damp is the earth and green beneath

Blackened is the sky above

Cold is the hand lightly stroking my cheek

The touch arousing shocks through my body

The touch of soft fingertips

Eyes closed I nudge the hand with my nose

A curve is invited to my face

Mr. Darkness, please don't leave

Please stay awhile

More shocks as I feel motion over my jaw line

My neck tilted backwards, soaking every movement in

My eyes open to see a figure

A dark figure, equipped with long strands

Visage that lacked color

Bent over me, I felt strands slide down each side of my cheeks

I lay at mercy to this figure

I accept the softness of its hands

One on the left jaw

One on the right

Mr Darkness, what are you called?

Do you know of color?

Stay awhile my figure

Teach me of this thing called love.

Reviews

[Chaos_Collector]

I loved this poem :3 You have some great diction in this poem. There's a lot of detail featured in this piece which I adore. It helps paint a beautiful picture in my head and the last stanza is wondrous "Mr Darkness, what are you called?
Do you know of color?
Stay awhile my figure
Teach me of this thing called love" Excellent work Emalie

Chaos_Collector

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you sir!

[Chaos_Collector]

You're welcome! :)